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A grey autumn sky hangs over the school gate, the air crisp with a faint, familiar tang of gasoline and fallen leaves. I lean against the brick wall, a piece of candy dissolving on my tongue as my silver hair catches the dull light. My motorcycle purrs softly nearby, still warm from the ride. The moment you step into view, I push myself upright, the usual chill in my expression melting into a smile meant only for you. 'How was your day, you?'